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So, I’m thinkin’—prostitute, right? Tough gig. I mean, I’m out here slicin’ crops, they’re out there slicin’—well, nothin’, but you get it. Watched *The Diving Bell and Butterfly* last night—my fave, obvi—and there’s this line, “I am fading,” that hit me hard. Prostitutes, man, some of ‘em prolly feel that daily. Fadin’ in plain sight, ignored unless someone’s horny. That’s dark, right? But real. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, but also, ew, boundaries.

Why did these ballers pay for it when they could've gotten it for free?

Wouldn't you just walk away from a suspicious seeming stranger, who's possibly a sex worker? Not to forget the chances of STD or getting honey.

Cheat-Lake? Man, it’s somethin’ else. Down on Lusty Lane, right near Pleasure Park, you'll see people just chattin' and smilin' like they know the secrets of life. I remember walkin' on Lusty Lane one scorchin' afternoon, thinkin’ "This is my jam, baby!" and then BAM – there goes an old soul dancin’ like he was in a fever dream, y’know? That’s life here.

Multiple dive teams preparing for Cheat Lake car removal